For many years, I made a point
Of standing somewhere amazing
When the Summer Solstice Sun rose Making a bit of a song and dance
As the Sun came up
Bog eyed and bleary
As the first dawn rays hit
I’d play a bit of music
Sing an ancient song
Probably
Sumer Is Icumen In
Wicker Man stylee
But without all the human sacrifice
And definitely no Edward Woodwards.
And it was good.
But there are other ways
To show your gratitude
For the miracle of Sunlight
And they don’t all need
A lot of rigmarole
You can say Hooray for Summer
Anywhere at all
Any time of day
So long as you feel joy
In the warmth of the rays on your face
And to that end
Taking the dogs to find the Sun
At the far edge of everything
Where the land gives way to the sea
And the path of the Sun glistens
Turning rolling breakers into gold
Now that’s a fine place to
Celebrate the Summer Solstice
Even if the dogs don’t know or care That’s what we’re doing.
The simple happiness of dogs
Splashing about
In the glittering sunlit water
Enjoying every moment
Sings a new version
Of Sumer Is Icumen In
Sings it straight to your heart
From mine.
Tag Archives: poetry by Dr. Erica Wright
Do U Want To Stay Asleep?
Do you want to stay asleep
In your somnabulary life
While you are sleeping
You are turning into stone
Petrifying
But it only happens if you let it
And you let it
Long before
Your hair turned grey
When you started complaining
About the yoofs
In gravity-defying
Low slung jeans
Text speak
And all music released
Since U Can’t Touch This
You get so annoyed
When you recall
Your comedian son
With his
‘Stop! Hammer Time’
The Voice In My Head.
The voice in my head
From waking to sleeping
Flowing around me
Keeping me safely floating
Holds me above the dark below
The voice of you
Flowing through me
When I am calm
Holds me up
As I float in living water
That dissolved a mountain
I’ll hear your voice
In my head and in my heart
When all my sadness
Is washed away
In sweet sunlit water
Rippling in the wishing well.
Dr. Erica Wright 2014.
Plaything Of The Gods.
I am a plaything of the gods
And when they crush me
Into a little ball
Throw me
Hard into the wall
I will soften to rubber
Bouncing
Harmlessly
And when they
Heedlessly
Fling me
High, high into the air
I will open up my wings
And sweetly soar
Far across the cerulean blue.
Dr. Erica Wright 2014
Play It Loud.
Time softened the edges
Wore down the dangerous demeanour
Blunted the horns on top of my head
Little trace of that famous defiance
On the outside of this monster
That walks amongst you
But inside?
Still blazing
Still nothing that you are
Ear-aching i-pod buds
Thunder his howling
His raging luminescence
Fires up the beast inside
Has me swaying
Snake-hips twitching
Contorting my face
Silent-shrieking every line
On this morning tram
Surrounded by shoppers
And assorted poor meek souls
Trying to get to work
I am that thing
That crazy in the corner
Wild eyed and mouthing
‘No, I don’t have a gun’
‘No, I don’t have a gun.’
He Gave Me More Than He Knew.
Bright blue sky day far from home
Met an experimental performance poet
Who likes to say words that rhyme with ‘an’
And make tiny sculptures from the wire cages
That hold corks onto champagne bottles
Swapped our books by a sunlit forest waterfall
Something mutual and unsaid in that
More than the gift of words on paper
Wandered around a secret Elizabethan garden
Clipped formal hedges and geometric forms
Collected a handful of fallen rose petals
Crushed in my hand they smelled like heaven